Carl could hardly believe he was doing this. At the moment the notion surfaced, he’d glanced back and forth from Zyl to the two Were-bears in disbelief approaching horror. No way could he do this. He could not even speak for the limited community of zoo vet techs, much less what he had come to realize was quite a large population of shifters or Were-kind. He wanted to squeak like the habitual mousy and shy guy he’d always been.
Then meeting Zyl’s green glance, he felt the feline stir within him. The cat-self gave an aggravated yowl and told him in no uncertain terms that it was time to s**t and git! He was going to have to both walk and talk this new vision of himself, although he’d barely met that aspect. Zyl’s approval and reassurance buoyed him. I can do this. I need to. I want to and
